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The Conqueror’s Wife
Category: Historical
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
A knock at the door changed everything.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The end.